☄︎ ⋆·˚ ⋆ *. ⇒ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 The world hasn't planned for us, the universe doesn't want us together and I think it's foolish to ignore that" "Stars will fall before I let that ruin everything I've hoped for" ✧✧✧ Estella Kingsley hadn't intended her fleeting romance with the beautiful stranger to end so badly. Carlisle Cullen had vowed never to hurt her, something he now couldn't take back. ✧✧✧ Prequel to the Twilight saga ✧✧✧ ⇒ Started - 18th March 2022 Finished - 11th May 2022 ⇐

"...I don't draw on my body to make myself look badass, no, it was never that way. I see you glance at them whenever your sister comes in. You're interested and don't deny that, Mr. Look and Stay Silent." There was a girl, a reserved girl who worked five out the seven days of a week at a nail salon. She had artistic skills, which inspired her to spread her artistic love on her body. Some held a secret. Some held a memory. And some were just for a small smile to be produced any day. Then there was a boy, a reserved boy who had trouble with emotions and was seen wandering the halls of the school, only ever having his eyes on the floor he walked on. He had scars. One held his dark, haunting past that made his nonexistent tears fall. His scars made him frown, made his lips tremble, made his mouth form into a terrifying scowl. So when you place that one girl and that one boy in a room, what do you get? A journey. Started: 10/25/19 Ended: 01/20/20

Paul Lahote never wanted an imprint, never wanted to be tied to anyone, let alone be responsible for another person. But when Thea Gray returns to Forks to help her cousin Bella with her terrible depression, and escape her reality herself, he inevitably finds himself entangled with the most obnoxious, bratty, annoying human he could ever meet in his life. A human who, though he tried to get as far away from her as possible, always found himself coming back to her, protecting her from whatever wanted to kill her around every corner. ⟢ new moon - complete ⟢ eclipse - complete ⟢ breaking down pt1 - complete ⟢ breaking down pt2 - complete - ☾ Paul Lahote x Oc ☾ Based on the Twilight Saga ☾ This Twilight adaptation is of my own story, no copies, adaptations, etc. are allowed without my permission.

Moving in with my uncle Charlie after my dad died wasn't the plan, but neither was becoming Forks' unofficial emotional support human. I had: - One overprotective police chief as a guardian - One cousin (Bella) who collected red flags like hobbies - Jacob Black basically glued to my hip - A sarcastic mouth I couldn't turn off - And a talent for attracting supernatural drama I didn't ask for Enter: Paul Lahote. Six feet of anger issues, impossible abs, and the kind of stare that feels illegal. He saw me once and decided "Yep, that one." Apparently wolves imprint now. Cute. Meanwhile, Edward Cullen keeps trying to annoy me into insanity, Bella is living her best vampire-adjacent pick-me era, and I'm stuck in the middle trying to pass senior year without being eaten. This is not Bella's story. This is mine. And trust me-Forks should've warned me before I caught a wolf's eye.

Luna Black tries to balance the weight of the Cullen Coven and the pack on her shoulders. When the people she finds closest to her suddenly disappear she confides in someone unexpected. [FINISHED] [New Moon] [Book two of ?] [Jasper Hale X FEMALE/OC] [January 1 2022 - February 25 2026] [Based off New Moon with a little bit of a plot change]

|| "What do you mean 'wolves'?" I hissed, my eyes staring straight at him. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, "Werewolves, Summer." || Summer Swan, Bella's twin sister, was moving down to Forks. What happens when a certain moody wolf imprints on Summer? ||

She could feel the forest die when they returned. The forest had always been her friend. It was the one place that ever made sense to Ivy Swan - the rhythm of rain on cedar, the hush after a storm. The woods were alive to her. Every root, every gust of wind, every whisper through the ferns spoke a language she understood. It was how she breathed. How she stayed grounded. But that morning, the forest wasn't breathing right. The air was too still. The birds were silent. Even the river moved slow, like it didn't want to draw attention to itself. And Ivy felt it - the shift. It crawled up her spine like static, her pulse syncing with the cold ground beneath her feet. The energy wasn't natural. It didn't belong to Forks. It didn't belong anywhere she knew. Something foreign had returned. Paul Lahote X OC